POEMS.
THE POET'S GIFT.
Oh! guard the Poet's gift—an eye
Of purified and searching fight—
A heart of sacred mystery,
And inward springs of deep delight.
Of purified and searching fight—
A heart of sacred mystery,
And inward springs of deep delight.
Oh! guard the Poet's gift—a lyre
That thrills with strange and wandering chords,
Yet can a richer bliss inspire
Than ever yet was breathed in words.
That thrills with strange and wandering chords,
Yet can a richer bliss inspire
Than ever yet was breathed in words.
Oh! guard the Poet's gift—a shrine
Of unseen worship—music high,
Yet clear, exalted, and divine—
An altar kept for Deity.
Of unseen worship—music high,
Yet clear, exalted, and divine—
An altar kept for Deity.
